Poetry Friday: The Blue-Gray Dome

The Blue-Gray Dome I misplaced myself a little while, lay on the balcony with a jean quilt looking at the stars. The blue-gray sky domed over me, draped over the mountains and the city. Dewdrops hung from invisible strings and crickets sang a chorus of night, a song to carry my soul to sleep in … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Blue-Gray Dome

Poetry Friday: Sleep Reflection

Sleep Reflection Waking to the chill of morning, I open my eyes close the window turn off the blaring alarm turn on my loud music throw off my PJs and pull on a sweater and jeans because it’s cool outside. It’s warm in my bedroom so I strip off my clothes and put on light … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Sleep Reflection

A Quick Ode to Autumn

I am so excited that autumn is finally starting to show itself in the valley! It comes with the start of school, cooling temperatures, leaves on the ground and the slow approach of the holidays. Autumn is the mother hen season, tucking us all under her wings of warm gold and brilliant auburn and rich, silky red. It's a time for hugs and … Continue reading A Quick Ode to Autumn

Poetry Friday: Autumn’s Palette

Autumn's Palette Floating ducks on the rainbow pond of red and gold and green and blue Falling sun before long blue shadows across green grass and gray stones Flying black birds in the white sky over red and black cars Flailing brown branches in wind above white-frosted tree trunks

To Matter

I leaned into his body with my shoulder against his chest, his arm wrapped around me as we rested against the car. Five birds, black against the pale blue and yellow sunset, flew across the scene. The world darkened and melted into gray clouds--all the world except the framed sunset with a strip of land and distant mountain separating marsh from … Continue reading To Matter

Poetry Friday: Blinking Lights and I Sit Still

I'm going to start doing Poetry Fridays--like, a weekly poetry post. Yerp. Blinking Lights The red emergency exit lights blink at me, innocent and waiting each day for some kind of hysteria, for when the stairs will be crowded, warm bodies mashing together in haste. Not like today. One in three stair travelers glance at me, … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Blinking Lights and I Sit Still